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She was on the island, gold pelt shimmering under the Birdsong sun as she galloped around, hooves thundering with every step. Her endurance was great due to her slender Arabian build. Lean muscle covers a thin bodice.blonde tassels glitter under the bright sun and cloudless day. Her form had filled out, quite possibly making her seem more elegant and graceful than before. A soft breeze filtered through the trees and air, sending a wave of pink cherry blossoms her way. She nickered softly, a gentle tone that laced the air. Dröm's song ended with this nicker, and with the end of her song came a halt. She glanced around, finding that she was alone, she let herself sink to the ground, giggling as the green blades of grass tickled her.
Suddenly, she willed the ground to bud and bloom her green rose-like flowers. She'd grown three and began to feel quite tired, thus she payed her head down, kids closing as she dozed off to sleep. It seemed perfect. The sky was clear, the air was warm, and she looking stunning next to her magical flowers. But her thoughts were anything but perfect. She woke up a few minutes later, opening eyes to a colorful world she thought. All she could think about was her Czar and a few times her mind even slipped to Morir. She felt lonely, craving the sensation of touch and passion. She had never been graced with such feelings and after all, it was Birdsong. She would feel this way in such a season. This was the season for lust, passion, love. The season for foals to be born, loved, created. Why was she so helplessly out of the loop of Birdsong? Why couldn't she have grown fat with a goal created from love? Certainly the mare was not of lust, and she didn't (think) she loved anyone. Even if she did want a foal, who would father the child? Would they be present in the foaling and growth of a life created by them? There were a lot of questions the golden rabbit had no answers for, so she payed there thinking after her rather short nap.
Suddenly, she willed the ground to bud and bloom her green rose-like flowers. She'd grown three and began to feel quite tired, thus she payed her head down, kids closing as she dozed off to sleep. It seemed perfect. The sky was clear, the air was warm, and she looking stunning next to her magical flowers. But her thoughts were anything but perfect. She woke up a few minutes later, opening eyes to a colorful world she thought. All she could think about was her Czar and a few times her mind even slipped to Morir. She felt lonely, craving the sensation of touch and passion. She had never been graced with such feelings and after all, it was Birdsong. She would feel this way in such a season. This was the season for lust, passion, love. The season for foals to be born, loved, created. Why was she so helplessly out of the loop of Birdsong? Why couldn't she have grown fat with a goal created from love? Certainly the mare was not of lust, and she didn't (think) she loved anyone. Even if she did want a foal, who would father the child? Would they be present in the foaling and growth of a life created by them? There were a lot of questions the golden rabbit had no answers for, so she payed there thinking after her rather short nap.
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